Missing Chris

I am REALLY missing Chris today. The morning was great. Had a great leg workout at the gym, showered, and now little man is playing in the yard. But my agent from Hawaii called and asked how things are moving on this end, and I just started to feel overwhelmed and frustrated. I just feel so alone sometimes. We are really fine if the house sells or not, but I feel like owning in Hawaii is a better investment than owning in Georgia. Of course, we could try to do both places, but that seems a little scary. And my agent here has been of no use. I guess I need to call her today and express my concerns. I just feel like it's all on my shoulders. I'm thinking we might need to lower the price of the house. I don't know. And that's the shitty part... I don't know, and I can't just call Chris to ask. There are times where I don't hear from him for days. Hence, the alone feeling. I know it's not HIS fault. I tell you what, it is a hell of a lot easier being there than here. So much easier. I'm trying to stay positive, and not let it bring me down. At least there's Bon Jovi...

Bad Mommy

It's official... I'm a horrible mommy... I let my kid cry upstairs in his crib for half an hour b/c its been one of those days, and mommy decided that she wasn't working any more tonight. All seems to be well though, b/c he's officially quite now.

Not much for me today. I was disgusted by a story of this Austrian man whom kept his daughter prisoner for 24 yrs in a basement and fathered seven children by his own daughter. I do worry about the sanctity of our world... quite often. Just sad.

Now I'm stupid mommy. Why... why... do I go upstairs when he's QUITE... for some reason I felt like he was TOO quite, cracked the door a little to listen, and pops up that little blonde head of his... why? Now we have to go downstairs, get some milk, go back to his room, and rock while listening to his lullabies. I must admit, that's the best. When this little person, whom runs around non-stop, in constant motion, settles down on you, chest to chest... his little heart beating against yours... pure perfection. Then, you get antsy enjoying your perfection, and put him down. Now I'm going for a cup of decaf coffee, and finishing up for the night, I hope!

I must complain about me realtor real quick... she SUCKS ASS! I hired her out of sympathy, but my sympathy has run out. Two months, and the house has shown all of three times. I know that market sucks, but she has done nothing since it has gone up... not an exaggeration. I had another realtor and her client come by, and she said that they might want to see the house again. I tell my lady, and she does nothing. No calling or selling or whatever the hell she should be doing... Drena, do you know if I can get out of my contract?

Well, tired now... decaf coffee doesn't really keep me going. I've noticed that I use ... a lot ... kind of annoying... :)

She's going the distance...

So, I made a goal to run a marathon be the end of this year, and lucky for me, there's one in Hawaii in December. I figured that means that I should probably start training for it SOON! I know that most of you guys have run a couple already, and was hoping for any good tips/programs. I can comfortably run 4-5 miles, and much longer if I incorporate the run/walk method. Any great suggestions? Also, someone want to do a race together sometime soon? I want to try to get into the Peachtree...

Thanks!

Boots on ground...

Well, Chris is officially back in Baghdad. He called a couple of times today and sounded so good. I'm missing him like crazy. Only three more months... We had such a wonderful time for the two weeks he was here, and it was so touching to hear Jackson call him Da Da. Jackson just wakes up and ask for his Da Da now. I tell him that Da Da went Bye Bye for a while. He now saws Da Da Bye Bye. Just keep my man in your prayers!

You can take the girl out of the trailer park...

.... but you can't take the trailer park out of the girl! As most of you know, I grew up in trailer parks and "government" housing until my parents bought a double-wide trailer in BFE at the beginning of my high school years. I'm starting to get a little concerned about my crassness and lack of filter when trash just seems to spew from my mouth. There have been more than a few occasions when I've embarrassed my own hubby with my "bluntness". Of course, I blame my upbringing for my behavior, b/c it you meet my mom (who is only 44), you would COMPLETELY understand.

Honestly, I think a LITTLE bluntness is a good thing. And my ability to talk like a soldier helped out during my Army years, but I'm not a soldier anymore! I'm a wife of a guy that is going to be a Major in the Army in a year, and most importantly, a mother. I'm thinking that I need to start acting like a "lady" now so that in Hawaii, when I'm hosting an Officer's Wife Social, I'm not offending/embarrassing my guests... this could be difficult. I'm thinking I should have paid more attention during the sorority years to my more lady-like sisters... I'm sucking here...

Maybe I can just be blunt/crass/crude on my blog and work on containing myself in public... we'll see, I suppose... either way, tonight is not the night to be acting like a lady. I have to go take some pictures of myself to send to Chris, and the less lady-like, the better! See... there I go again!

Popping my blogging cherry...

So, this is my first blog... Melissa suggested it, and I did it. I know, the title is crass, but so am I. It was kind of neat setting it all up. I picked my "title" b/c, hell, most of the time I don't know who I really am. Today, I'm a lonely, depressed Army wife that just sent her hubby off to war... again. Sucks. I've been on the couch all day, and have to become Mommy Terri in just a moment to go pick up little man. I'm so not in the mood to pick him up. I just want to stay on my own for the whole day. Then tonite, I have to be Social Terri, and host my monthly book club. I didn't even read the book this month...

I actually picked the Scribe background b/c I used to be called the "Scribe" in the Army during one of my positions.. THAT was a crappy job. I still can't believe that I was actually in the Army for eight years. I guess that was the Army Terri. Speaking of Army Terri, the Army keeps calling me to report. I keep blowing them off b/c there is no way in HELL I'm going back, now that I have an 18 mo. old. If I was kid free, then sure, why not...

Well, I'm no longer a virgin blogger. Now, if I could just copy and paste this into my REAL journal...